DAMION DRAKE The Journal Of An Adventure, CHAPTER 1
by Andrew Snowbarger
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CHAPTER ONE: The Start Of it all.
They had me cornered...literaly. My back was up against a brick wall, and the odds of me living through this ordeal, were not looking to well. In fact, they were looking quite slim.
I had been on my way to the docks, to get some direly needed food, for my master, Drix, when i told myself it was smart to save an old guy, from being beaten practicaly to a pulp by these 5 hooded guys, in a dark alley. Now i wasn't the most couragous guy on the block, in fact, i was far from it. And thats why it was crazy for me to go out of my way to help this old guy. And so i started towards them, full force, readying myself for a fight. It didn't take long for them to hear me, and when they noticed, they turned there heads toward, and i saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. And thats not that smart, when your facing three Triton 4's.
Now these were more or less your usual, normal, regular guy on the street...except, they had these two big, and ugly spikes sticking out of there eyes. Yeah, just your normal spikes-for-eyes-guys. I had heard of these guys only once, and it was from on of my old friends, Kal. Actualy, to be more percise, he never told me about it, it was a story that was well known in these parts of town. Kal had supposedly met one of these guys, and never lived to tell the tell...or thats what most people believed. But not me. I still believed Kal was out there out there someplace, maybe held in a prison of some sorts, for i didn't take him as the kind of guy to die by one uf these suckers. But...who knows.
I didn't know the whole story behind these "Triton 4's", but one thing i did know...they don't get sent after you if your just some petty thief, but they were sent after the "Big guys". And thats what got me thinking. I know it's dumb to think in a battle, but the "Battle" hadn't officaly started, and i think i know what it means when people say "Time slows to a stand still in a battle", i know thats not how they really say it, but you get my drift. A million things passed through my head at that momment. Why were 5 Triton 4's after this frail old man? Why did i jump into the middle of things? Master Drix is gonna kill me for being late. I don't know why the last one went through my head, i was pretty much dead anyway's.
While i was thinking, two of the triton 4's started towards me. The other three seemed to be staying back to cover the old guy. And thats when something...that i can only describe as weird, happened. What i saw was this blinding light coming from...the old guy? maybe it was...ohh what the heck, i don't know what it was...yeah. Okay, after that blinding light, came this music, i think. the reason why i wasn't sure, was because it was a kind of music that sounded like i didn't hear it, but it sounded like it came from inside my mind. Freaky, i know, but true. I don't know how to explain it any better then that, but i do know what happened next, which was pretty in your face. one minute the two triton 4 guys were walking towards me, and the next, they were on the ground, clawing at there ears, as if some infernal music was playing...which in truth, was exactly what was happening. It didn't sound to bad from my end, but i guess the triton 4's ears were diffrent then mine, thats something i didn't know...NOT.
After a few minutes of them clawing at there ears, which as i looked, i saw that all 5 were doing, they finally stumbled to there feet, and started away as fast as there feet could run. And thats how i ended up being alone with the old guy. I was still standing there, dumbfounded, with my mouth wide open, looking like an idiot. But, then again, i didn't really care what i looked like, for i was still alive, after facing 5 triton 4's. I know it wasn't me that stopped them, but i was still feeling pretty good about myself. And then i noticed the old guy walking towards me. He seemed to be just what an old guy would like. He perfectly white hair. His back stooped, as if he was carrying a load of bricks on his back. His ragged clothes, and his cane, that appearently kept him from crashing to the ground. He looked to be around 70 or 80 years old, but i wasn't a good judge on peoples age.
He was now much closer, close enough that i could reach out my hand and touch him. But instead of me touching him, he decided to reach out his hand, as if he wanted to see if i was really there. His pointer finger slowly reached out towards me, and when it touched my arm, it flew back, and he held it up, to see...something. I was starting to get very uncomfortable, and so i started to turn around. By the time i was almost all the way around, facing away from the man, i felt a hand on my shoulder, as if he wanted me to stay. I slowly looked at him, and was about to say something, when he beat me too it. "My name is andrik, and i have decided to take you as my apprentice, and you will train to become what i am." It was so matter of fact, that i stayed rooted there, not daring to move. I wanted to ask what exactly he was, when he answered my thoughts...sort of. "I am a knight of the three kingdoms, and you will follow me." And follow him i did.
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